FERNLEY HOUSE
CHAPTER I.
A DUET
"Well, Margaret!"
"Well, Uncle John!"
"Not a word to throw at a dog, as Rosalind says?"
"You are not a dog, Uncle John. Besides, you know all about it without my saying a word, so why should I be silly, and spoil your comfortable cigar? Dear children! They will have a delightful time, I hope; and of course it is perfectly right that they should go to their father when he wants them; and—the summer will pass quickly."
"Very quickly!" Mr. Montfort assented, watching his smoke rings float upward.
"And Peggy is coming; and—oh, we shall be all right, of course we shall; only—we do miss them, don't we, Uncle?"